I’d never kill the president, but I kill him in my dreams.

I see the bad moon rising, I see trouble on the way. I see earthquakes and lightning, I see bad times today.

Watch the left, watch the right, watch the center, and watch your back.

Listening to you, I get the music. Gazing at you, I get the heat. Following you, I climb the mountain, I get excitement at my feet.

Asia’s crowded and Europe’s too old, Africa is far too hot and Canada’s too cold. And South America stole our name, let’s drop the big one.

Ain’t that America, home of the free? Little pink houses for you and me.

I took a month long vacation in the stratosphere, and you know it’s very hard to hold your breath.

Upon us all a little rain must fall.

Americans don’t care too much for beauty. They’ll shit in a river, dump battery acid in a stream, they’ll watch dead rats wash up on the beach, and complain if they can’t swim.